"Look at the knife!"

The young master got the weapon, and the desert judge who was watching on the side naturally would no longer be polite to him, and directly exerted all his strength, and with a loud shout, the crescent scimitar in his hand swung in the sky and turned into a streamer and slashed towards the young master.

The distance between the two was more than ten meters, but it was reduced by as much as half in an instant.

If an ordinary person were faced with the knife of the desert judge, I am afraid that they would not even be able to react, and their throats would be cut by the sharp blade and they would die.

But it's a pity that the person standing opposite the desert judge is the young master, who has been instilled by his grandfather since he was a child with the truth that the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, and in terms of deceleration and attack speed, even Yan Xun and Wen Wenche are not opponents. Yan Xun mostly relied on the legacy of his predecessors, the subtlety of his sword moves, and the wonderful use of Jiuyang Divine Skills. And Wen Wenche is more about the strength of his own internal force and a mysterious martial arts. Only the young master is really upright, no tricks and no trials, fast as lightning.

Even Iron Ruthless has to be serious in order to be a head above the young master in terms of speed. Of course, it is limited to a little seriousness.

At this time, seeing that the scimitar of the desert judge was about to slash in front of him, the sword held by the young master in his hand, the tip of the sword swung in the air and turned into an afterimage. easily stopped the desert judge's knife, and at the same time made a counterattack, seven or eight sword heads stabbed at the desert judge's body.

forced the desert judge to stop rushing towards the young master again, and blocked the young master's sword blades one by one with the scimitar in his hand.

Qinglong, who was secretly observing these two people on the side, couldn't help but nodded, obviously the young master's martial arts also aroused Qinglong's curiosity, and even Qinglong gently glanced at Yan Xun and Wen Wenche from the corner of his eye, not knowing what he was thinking.

Of course, Qinglong's small movements did not attract the attention of Yan Xun and the others, and now their eyes have always been focused on the battlefield between the young master and the desert judge.

"Moon Painting!"

Although the young master's sword blade was fast and sharp, but after all, it was only a hurried counterattack, and it couldn't give the desert judge too much trouble, after the two knives broke through the young master's counterattack, the crescent scimitar in his hand turned into a white shadow again and sprinkled down on the young master like moonlight. At this moment, the crescent scimitar didn't look like a murderous weapon, but more like a beautiful landscape.

Seeing this scene, the young master's eyes were also condensed, the desert judge's knife can be said to have used all his strength, and it is really possible for a person to be killed to the ground if he is not careful, only to see that the young master does not retreat but advances under this trick "moon painting".

The steel sword turned into three points of cold light in the sky, and it stubbornly sealed the desert judge's moonlight-like sword, causing it to deviate from the original direction of the sword.

The scimitar and the sword staggered, and the blade and the tip of the sword almost grazed the cheeks of the two of them, and if they got any closer, they were afraid that it would be a blood-spattered end. People can't help but sigh at the danger of this.

"Luomei Three Swords!"

Almost at the same time, Yan Xun and Wen Wenche exclaimed loudly, no one knew better than the two of them the horror of this move, when Yan Xun and Wen Wenche were in the God of Wealth Inn, they were all hit hard and had no power to fight back.

And it was the first gold medal of the six doors that used this trick to catch the fast iron ruthlessly, and now the young master is trying to use a trick that makes Yan and Wen still remember the "Three Swords of Luomei". It's just that the same trick is used in the hands of the young master, and the effect and power exerted in the ruthless hands of the iron are completely different.

The "Three Swords of Falling Plums" in Tie Ruthless's hand are really like three plum blossoms falling in the air, and the sword and the move are natural, without a trace of flaw, and it is easy to play with Yan Xun's Huifeng heavy sword in the applause, and the fight is covered in blood. But in the hands of the young master, he couldn't see the slightest artistic conception of plum blossoms blooming, only the prototype of three cold rays, and he could only take the desert judge's moves dangerously.

But despite this, Wen Wenche and Yan Xun still saw the young master's swordsmanship at a glance, and were amazed, you must know that the total young master has also seen Tie ruthlessly cast this sword technique twice, and it has only been how long the young master has been able to comprehend the basic prototype of this sword move, which is simply incredible.

Even Yan Xun couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Did you learn Jiuyang Divine Skill, or did I learn Jiuyang Divine Skill!" Even Yan Xun didn't dare to guarantee that with the blessing of Jiuyang Divine Skill, he would be able to accurately display the prototype of the "Three Swords of Luomei", which completely depended on luck and accumulation.

"Luomei Three Swords!?"

Qinglong heard the shouts of Yan Xun and the others on the side, as if he recognized this move, nodded lightly, and didn't say much, looking at the young master in the field as if he was in deep thought.

And in the field, the battle between the young master and the desert judge naturally did not stop because of the two exclamations of Yan Xun and Wen Wenche.

After the two staggered, they immediately turned around and readjusted their figures, and fought together again with this sword.

Several tables had already been cut into dozens of pieces of broken wood by the two of them, and they flew around. The dishes, pots and cups on the table were scattered all over the ground, and they could not affect the two people in the room in the slightest.

The battle of swords is still incisive and-for-tat!